stride raze i hold you from behind and feel you lean into me. i tell your father to train his eyes and his mind on you. to see you for who and what you are. it won't work. he's blinded by his own interests. your name keeps changing. it's like the world that way. like the yellow headphones you hand to a stranger, souped up with extra love. we're two separate songs trying to convince ourselves they can hold hands and walk the same dirt road when we move at different speeds. one of us is bound to pull away without meaning to. that's the way this works. 240605 what's it to you? who go blather from